A tale of six ducks

Yesterday morning the three Muscovies (who had arrived as companions for Solo – now integrated with his Cayuga peers) woke up to find the sky had fallen in – or, more prosaically, the heavy wet snow had brought down the netting and broken the supporting poles

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These ducks were due to move to a new run, shared with the young hens, so they were just evacuated a little sooner than planned

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They introduced themselves to the hens

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(or the hen’s food at least)

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The female was happy as she had a new (higher) stump on which to stand to be worshipped

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and they settled down to enjoy their wheat

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Come bedtime, Ian was about to settle down with his buddies St John when he was snatched away to join his Muscovy peers

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A new day this morning – temperatures up, snow gone, and treecreeper wall-creeping

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Ian was not happy

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while his peers were enjoying green under their feet (not white, not brown)

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he had to hide from their hostility

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St John were not happy either

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without their leader they were directionless.

The only thing to do was to take them to join the others

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With Ian having protection the lead Muscovy had to take out his dominance on us

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He is handsome though

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